Two furniture

Thursday night, in Manhattan, somewhere above W. 95th.  Very pretty young Asian woman coming up the sidewalk.  Not Asian-American.  Asian.  You’ll see.

She’s talking on her cell.

“I only have two furniture.”

She starts to point with her free hand, as if she and the friend on the other end of the call are standing in her apartment and she’s showing off her two furniture.

“One red.”

She’s by me before I can hear what color her second furniture is.

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[Reginald Dwight]

It's better that way. More mysterious.